Rebirth 90: I opened a hospital in Shencheng

Chapter 19 Telephone congratulations!

"Can you drive a motorcycle?"

After finishing the practice of sewing two pig's trotters in the afternoon, Nie Chen asked Chen Chunmei.

"I've ridden a tricycle, but I haven't ridden a motorcycle."

"I will teach you how to ride a motorcycle after get off work. In the future, if there are more than two patients, it is not suitable for the family members of the patients to pick them up."

"Great!"

In the past few days, after dinner, Chen Chunmei will take advantage of the time to clean Nie Chen's house to watch videos. She rented a bunch of Hong Kong island love movies dubbed in Taiwan and played them on the VCR at Nie Chen's house. She learned a mouthful within two days. A whiny Taiwanese accent.

"Start in first gear, and slowly release the clutch. You don't have to rush to increase the accelerator, just a little higher than the table speed. When the car is stable, then put in gear, step on second or third gear, and you can go on the road steadily."

In the evening, Nie Chen drove a Jialing motorcycle on Aihua Road in front of the Aihua clinic, and showed Chen Chunmei, who was sitting behind her, how to start with the hands and feet in gear and gas the accelerator.

"It's not difficult, it's up to me." Chen Chunmei was full of confidence.

"Press the clutch lever."

"Release the clutch wire."

"Come on, just a little more!"

For the next half an hour, holding the handlebar with both hands and clicking the clutch lever back and forth with her left foot, Chen Chunmei miraculously died as soon as she moved.

Nie Chen, who was sitting in the back seat, stepped on the starter lever again and again to start the motorcycle engine after the fire died.

"No, I'm tired." Nie Chen raised his hands in surrender.

In the past half an hour, Nie Chen started the motorcycle back and forth more than [-] times. He was sweating profusely when he stepped on the starter lever. Chen Chunmei still hadn't mastered the control points of the clutch and accelerator.

Either the clutch is released early, or the accelerator is slowed down.

Nie Chen retracted his arms from Chen Chunmei's soft waist: "Okay. You won't be able to train on a motorcycle in this posture in a short time. If there are more patients in the future, let's consider finding a helper to drive for you."

After dinner, Nie Chen thought that the letter he sent had a clear fishing effect. After all, Zhou Caifeng and his daughter came to the door today, and it was the bait that was thrown out and recovered.

Then he typed a letter with a phone number to Wen Hao's printer warehouse, and dropped it into the mailbox on the way back to Aihua Community.

The next morning.

Today is May 25th. Nie Chen estimates that the paper submitted to The Lancet should have arrived at the editorial department yesterday, and the editorial department should start relevant discussions based on this paper today.

As a reborn person, Nie Chen is very clear about the value of this paper in the field of finger reattachment nursing.

Once this thesis develops related topics, at least three directly related subjects can be used for experimental comparison based on this thesis.

"I won't go to Jingtian villa area today." Nie Lixiang said to Chen Chunmei who came to the clinic door 10 minutes earlier.

Chen Chunmei caressed the high braids on her chest, and nodded thoughtfully: "I finished changing the gauze bandage for the first time yesterday, so I don't need to change it today, and I can take care of other things at her house... well, the rest The next thing is to wait for Zhong Lanlan to come to the clinic to take out the stitches, let's solve it together."

"Her recovery is okay. You tell her to come to the clinic tomorrow for an IV drip and remove the stitches."

"it is good!"

Zhong Lanlan's father, Zhong Rongjun, arrived at Aihua Clinic on time, and Nie Chen repeated to him what he had just said to Chen Chunmei.

Of course Zhong Rongjun had no objection.

After Chen Chunmei went to the doctor, Nie Chen practiced mattress suture on the pig's trotters and bananas purchased in the morning in the operating room.

After all, unlike before rebirth, there were a large number of patients in the People's Hospital to accumulate suture skills for him. Now he can only buy pig's trotters and bananas every day in his outpatient clinic, and practice mattress suture with several different suture methods day after day.

The fist never leaves the hand, and the song never leaves the mouth.

As a surgeon, I have a deep understanding of this point.

"Xiao Chenzi, can you treat colds at Aihua Clinic?" Lao Zhong from Aihua Community opened the glass door with a smile on his face at [-] o'clock in the morning. He stood at the threshold and asked. He sat on the short sofa and was reading a book. The album shows Nie Chen with a skin-assisted dilator and comparison pictures before and during the operation.

"Hello, Uncle Zhong. The Aihua clinic doesn't treat basic diseases such as dizziness and stomach ache. Come in?"

"If I don't see a cold in the outpatient clinic, I won't go in."

Old Zhong held the glass door armrest and didn't leave immediately, "A few days ago, didn't two cars drive over to the clinic for outpatient treatment? Could it be that they see different diseases?"

"It's not the same. They were all introduced by the Chinese Intractable Diseases Association, that is, the Chinese Medicine Association." Nie Chen replied with a smile.

At noon, Chen Chunmei's mother brought food to the clinic.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Chunmei returned to Aihua Clinic as usual.

Ring ring ring ring.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the fax phone in the reception area rang.

"Doctor Nie, I'm Yang Haikun! I'll call to tell you the good news in advance."

When Nie Chen answered the phone, he saw outside the Aihua Clinic. Song Dongyang, a facial features surgeon from the People's Hospital who had followed Zhong Lanlan's family to the Aihua Clinic a few days ago, opened the glass door of the clinic and sat on the couch carelessly.

"Professor Yang, what good news do you have?"

Nie Chen nodded towards Song Dongyang, raised his chin and asked Chen Chunmei to boil water and make tea to entertain the guests.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Professor Yang Haikun laughed heartily through the fax machine microphone, and his laughter was amplified by the microphone and spread throughout the entire clinic reception area:
"Robin Fox, the newly appointed editor-in-chief of The Lancet, called me 10 minutes ago to ask about the content of the paper you submitted to The Lancet.

"I truthfully expressed the relationship between me and you to him, and solemnly introduced Dr. Nie Chen's skills and knowledge to him. I faxed him an experimental project that will be started based on your paper. I don't know, love. Has the fax machine in the Hua Clinic been connected?"

"The fax machine has been installed, and Professor Yang can directly fax any documents that Professor Yang wants to send."

"Okay, let's stop here. I would like to congratulate Dr. Nie Chen, your article will be published in The Lancet! Congratulations, I will fax the project plan."

Nie Chen hung up the phone.

Song Dongyang, who sat on the couch and listened sideways, was dumbfounded at this moment.

"The Lancet"?
The young Dr. Nie Chen from the Aihua Clinic, is his paper going to be published in the medical journal "The Lancet" of Minzheng International?
No, it's impossible. The Hong Kong accent of the Hong Kong professor on the phone was too strong to be heard. It should not be "The Lancet" and the paper.

Song Dongyang settled down at this moment.

He finished his shift in the No. [-] hospital today and came directly to the Aihua Clinic just to ask Nie Chen for credit.

After all, he introduced a patient named Zhou Caifeng to Nie Chen in the first hospital the day before yesterday.

Today, the two patients went to the People's Hospital for a physical examination again. As soon as Song Dongyang asked Zhou Caifeng, he knew that Nie Chen was willing to operate on her.

However, the skin expander that Zhou Caifeng described to him, such an unheard of strange item, made Song Dongyang, who also belongs to the department of ENT surgery, very anxious.

This time I came here to invite Song Dongyang, and the request was not high.

He just wanted to take advantage of his credit for introducing this operation, so that Nie Chen agreed to observe Zhou Caifeng's operation.

If Nie Chen agreed to his request, Song Dongyang would be able to directly refer most of the patients with difficult and complicated facial diseases that cannot be solved to Aihua Clinic directly.

This is called mutual benefit.

crunch.

The name is printed from the fax machine.

[Congratulations to Dr. Nie Chen whose paper will be published in The Lancet]

The first piece of thermal paper is Professor Yang Haikun's flamboyant congratulatory handwriting.

"I'm going, is it really The Lancet?!"

At this moment, Dr. Song Dongyang was really shocked to the point where his hairs stood on end.

(End of this chapter)